He helps
A vulnerable
Stranger.
He finds it’s
The most meaningful
Thing he’s ever done.
The world made kinder
By a person’s
Selfless gesture.
Arguing untenable
Positions,
Pretending that
Extremity is normality,
Criminality inconsequential.
Rationality is not a
Part of this conversation.
All that remains is a
Raw desire to
Crush the opposition,
Revel in power
Without regard for
Anyone, anything, anytime.
It was a
Beautiful moment,
A realization
That he had the
Ability and
Wherewithal to
Make a difference
In other people’s
Lives without any
Need for recompense,
Only the reward
Of knowing he had
Done something good.
Dreams unrealized
Yet still
Vibrant.
Experiences anticipated,
Moments of elation,
Excitement.
Respite from the
Monotony,
Welcome movement.
Talking about
All the things
That will be.
Future triumphs
Engendered deliberately,
Hopefully.
Remember those heady days
When we knew we could
Change the world,
Where anything was possible,
Where the old constraints
Were no longer binding us
To antiquated notions of
Order and righteousness.
We believed in
Peace and love and
Building a better world
For everyone.
It’s still achievable
If we just remember.
The difference between
Doing something because
You have to or
Because you want to.
Giving to benefit
The greater good or
Solely for appearances,
Altruism or self-interest.
It’s not that they’re
Not making money,
They’re making fistfuls
Of it, it’s just that they’re
Not making as much money
As they’d like to.
As has been shown
Time and again:
They can never make
Enough money,
No matter what
The cost.
Those devoted to creating
A world where every person
Fends for himself
(It’s always himself)
Never think beyond their
Next acquisition, their base
Hunger temporarily sated
By whatever petty victory
Convulses in front of them,
A dark scheme promising
Plenty of suffering and
Pleasurable moral tales
To make them feel good
About their depravity.
